A good memory is surely a compost heap that converts experience to wisdom, creativity, or dottiness; not that these things are of much earthly value, but at least they may keep you amused when the world is keeping you locked away or shutting you out.
The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.
Keeping a journal implies hope.
Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.